Sleeping in My Car, I Fear Thunderstorms Again

When lightning strikes a distant tree
I lift my hands from the steering wheel.

Hail knocks on the windshield–
a desperate stranger. Curled in fleece,

I hide behind windows, the past
a gathering flood until the sun

bares terrible fangs
of clarity and renewal.

 

(originally published in Rust + Moth, Autumn 2018)

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